Disdain stacks as the kitten is promptly deposited and settles warm against Blake's body and he struggles briefly with the implication that he's worse off than most. How miserable to say, he thinks, and patently untrue. But Obi's not wrong and the purring fur-ball on him isn't anymore convinced than Obi-Wan will be if Blake bothers to protest.

Instead, his jaw tightens as he's reminded of the drawing, gaze lowering to see the half of the picture the kitten hasn't obscured with its furry tail. One shoulder lifts — the side where his ribs aren't knitting back together — and Blake says, "Not sure. Wasn't explained, just came to me." After the ritual, he leaves off because he doesn't want to talk about it.

"Why's it haunting?" That much he's curious about, and since he's indulging this guy plopping an animal right on him, he thinks he gets a question.